Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2018 09:57:03 +0000 From: Willow Lemon Subject: THE PAGE AND THE CANVAS, COMPILATION THE PAGE AND THE CANVAS COMPILATION Author's note: I thought it would be fun to have a compilation of the sexy scenes of the story. If you haven't read it, this section isn't going to make much sense. Thanks to everyone who read! I had a ton of fun writing it. If you would like to receive updates on my stories, email me at: willowlemon@outlook.com * * * I was horrified to see Kip's true-green eyes well with tears. I automatically went to him and pulled him close. "I'm going to miss him," he whispered. "Me too," I agreed. He allowed his head to fall on my shoulder and took in several deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself. I could feel his calm spread through him. And then I felt something else. I felt the definite growth of his erection against me. Interesting. The moment he realized it, Kip started to pull away. I didn't let him. "Get off me! Guys don't hug each other like this." "Yes, they do." His struggle wasn't completely real, therefore easily handled. "No guys I know." He was striving to fire up his ire. "I don't like you like that if that is what this is about." I was already tired of this disparaging denial. I easily maneuvered him to press him up against the wall, pinning his wrists at shoulder height. "You do, and that is not what this is about. You were upset and I was consoling you. If you want to be upset because it turned you on, that's your problem, but don't turn this around on me." "What?! I was not turned on! How dare you!" He was doing a good job of acting incredulous. "Really, is that so? So, then you don't want me to do this?" I covered his mouth with my own. He stopped struggling and went very still. I didn't use my tongue at first, just massaged his lips with mine. After a few moments, and he remained frozen and his body stayed hard, I lightly brushed my tongue out, searching for admittance and found it. Delving my tongue into his soft mouth, Kip finally moved, his tongue tangling with mine in languid undulations. Not being able to resist, I released one of his wrists to reach down and stroke his erection over his pants. He sighed a whimper and I caught it in my mouth. He responded with small movements of his hips, pressing it harder against my hand. When his free hand found its way to my chest to grip the front of my shirt, I stopped. I knew I had to stop right now or I wouldn't be able to. Pulling away, he remained plastered against the wall, his crystal loden eyes the size of saucers. "Good evening Kip. Again, please make yourself at home." And then I went to my own room to stroke myself while I still tasted of him. * * * , I had a problem currently in the form of a rock-hard erection. And it had reached the point of no return; I would have to do something about it or I was going to be in a lot of pain. Laying back on the bed, I unzipped my jeans, taking out my now throbbing hardon. I started to think about what I regularly thought about whenever I touched myself, which the last few times had been Jessica from art history class, she had some serious boobs. I had only pumped up and down three or four times when Jessica turned into Alistor and I was reliving what had just happened between us. I could taste Alistor's tongue in my mouth, smell his skin and the lemony scent, his large hand rubbing me, teasing me until I thought I would burst. But this time in my imagination, he didn't walk away before he was finished. I came so hard my breath caught in my throat. * * * Throwing me onto the messy covers onto my back, he straddled one of my legs, still keeping a hold of my wrist which he pushed over my head. "What would you know about my relationship with Tavis?" That much was true. First, I was a kid who could care less about my grown-up brother's best friend. And then after my parents died, I barely cared about anything. But for some reason I was caring too much right now. The moment he touched me, this feeling of want came over me, and I couldn't have it. "Hey, let go!" I started to roll away, but he pushed me back down on my stomach with a hand on the back of my head. "'Any guy will do,' eh? You piss me off," his voice was laced with disdain. Releasing me, I went up on my knees and started to crawl away. He wrapped an arm around my waist. "Wait! Bastard! What're you...?!" Trying to flip over, I flung out with a flailing hand which he caught, cradling my back against his strong chest as we both kneeled on the bed. With his mouth near my ear, he said huskily, "Any guy...you're the one who said it." Letting go of my hand, he placed his under my sweatshirt, running a hot hand over my flesh to a nipple. "Th-that's not what I meant. Hold on a second!" My throat was making noises I didn't recognize and I was breathing heavily as Alistor began kissing my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling perspiration starting on my brow. Bringing his hand up through the neck hole of my shirt, he gently cradled my chin and rubbed a finger over my bottom lip. "If you want me to stop, why don't you go ahead and cry out?" His other hand was unfastening my jeans. At the same time that Alistor removed his hand from under my shirt, his other slipped inside my boxer briefs, wrapping long fingers around my swelling length. I fell onto my arms, pressing my face into a pillow scented with Alistor, which only made me harder. He was stroking, and not gently so. He was hammering me with the anger he was feeling over my accusations. I felt his large erection through my pants as he pressed it against my bottom, grinding it into me as he drubbed my dick. I refused to cry out. I wouldn't give him that much satisfaction. He's a guy, I thought even as I stifled a whimper. His very male hand squeezing and pumping on my cock was going to make me come. Alistor shifted so that his dick was rubbing directly in my crack, and that was all that it took. Hot liquid spilled all over his hand, and I was proud of myself for not crying out. I fisted my hands in the covers and poorly stifled a grunt of pleasure. "You're cute," he taunted. And then he was gone, standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at me. I glanced back to see him take a lick off the pad of his thumb. "Hmph, that was fast." * * * " With my hands in his hair at the back of his head, I lowered my mouth to his, and kissed him gently. I kissed his fore head. I kissed his eyes and his cheeks. "I feel like my heart's about to burst." We tumbled back on the couch as I kissed him once more. And then I did something that I had been longing to do for a while. Moving down his body, I pushed his pants down and took him in my mouth. His small cry was delightful. I took tender care with him, using my lips to guide him down my throat. Licking the taste of him until it drove me senseless. Cupping his balls in my hand I rubbed him with my thumb, before giving them a small tug. Drawing him in and out of my mouth was pure ecstasy. "Ali," he was panting. "This is a bad idea." He was about to come, and he didn't know how to handle it. I wouldn't be surprised if this was his first blow job. I showed him that he could. He gushed in my mouth and I sucked on his tip like a straw as he groaned sensually. When he was licked clean, I removed his pants and laid them over the back of the sofa, and then began undressing myself. When he saw that I wasn't done with him, he murmured, "Um...Ali? Let's not do this after all. Not today." He was scared. I ran the back of my hand over his face, soothing him. I moved his legs up, rubbing the tip of my erection over his entrance. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. "Ali, there's no way. Any more of this and I'll..." He wasn't used to this much pleasure. He had no idea how much more he could enjoy. I eased myself into him slowly, watching his face the entire time, wanting so very much for his first time to be perfect. He brought his hand up to cover his face, unsure how to process what he was feeling. Grabbing his hand, I placed it over my heart and let him feel how strongly it beat for him. He finally opened his eyes and gazed into mine. When he was calm again, I promised him, "Kip, it'll be okay." He reached for me and I experienced true joy. As I pressed myself the rest of the way inside of him, I ordered him, "Kip, don't let anyone else touch you." I withdrew and came back. "All you have to do is choose me." His hands went into my hair as he moaned the small noises that only he could make. I forced myself to be gentle with him as I thrust in and out of him. I kissed his neck, and didn't mind as he pulled my hair. Gliding my way to completion took less time than I would have liked, but I didn't want to over tax him his first time, and it was enough that I knew his pleasure echoed mine. * * * How many times does this man plan to destroy my heart? He kissed me in only the way that Ali did, with sweetness and tenderness, and now what I knew to be love. He removed my clothes, and I let him. I helped him with his. I wanted to touch him, but I was too shy. So, I dug my fingers into the sheets as I got on my knees. I wanted him to take control as he got behind me. The pain and the pleasure of him surging inside of me made me self-conscious and messed me up. And what was so frustrating, was that he says he loses his cool, but he swallows up everything I've got without breaking a sweat. It's infuriating. His length was slick with passion, and as he thrust I began to shiver. "What's wrong?" He was attuned to my every movement. Leaning forward he wrapped an arm around me, holding me to his chest. "Your hands are cold." "Then melt them with your heart." He kissed my ear. "Here, give me your hand." He moved it underneath me and wrapped it around my shaft. Pumping my hand up and down with his own, he began bucking behind me once more. Soon his hand left mine and he gripped my hips tightly as he began to lose restraint. His powerful thrumming caused me to whimper, not being able to hold it inside. The tantalizing frisson made me melt and tremulous all at once. "Keeping touching yourself," he commanded when he saw my hand moving away, but I already had my release and was hanging on for dear life as he strained, pounding into me. He made a carnal sound that I was surprised issued from him, but also pleased that I had something to do with it. Turning me over on my back, he told me, "I want to look at you." Wrapping my legs around his waist, he pressed into me again. Pulling my hands over my head, he threaded his fingers through mine. With feather kisses on my lips, my face, my neck, he showed me how he felt. "Ali?" "What is it?" He didn't stop stroking. With my eyes closed, I confessed, "I think I might love you." I opened them and looked up at him. He was gazing down on me with knowing eyes. "Of course you do," he said. * * * I barely got to take one look around the luxurious space, the sun setting through the expansive windows when Ali had me in the bedroom. In a few breaths, our clothes were off and he had me in his mouth. "Ali!" He was always taking me by surprise. And though I didn't want to admit it, I learned that most of his surprises lead to bliss. My toes curled in the carpet and I had to cling to his shoulders to stay steady. His hands were on my ass and there was something hypnotic in watching his head bob back and forth over me. I was always embarrassed to gush in his mouth, but he took it without complaint and a smile. My legs were weak when we tumbled onto the bed. "Kip, I want you to fuck me." My heart skittered to a halt. Did he mean that he wanted me to... enter him? He saw in my wide eyes what I was thinking. "No, not like that. Come here and get on top of me." Laying on his back, I straddled him. He helped me place his massive column in the perfect spot and I slowly eased down onto him. He threw his head back. I didn't know what to do, I'd never been in control like this. "Fuck me," he pleaded. Unsure of myself, I began rocking my hips back and forth. Slowly at first, but with Ali's gasps I grew bolder and went faster. "Oh god! Kip! Jesus!" His joy was my incentive. Trying something new, I began swirling my hips in a circular motion. "Fuck!" Ali was writhing beneath me, griping my thighs tightly. "Oh god! Touch yourself. I want to watch you." I did it. Taking my cock in my hand I stroked up and down as he kept his eyes on me. I tried to think of what he did to me when he was on top, and a lot of it was an in and out motion. So, wanting to replicate that, I started to move up down, sliding and sinking on his rigid sex. I had to use my free hand to brace myself against his chest. But he grabbed my hand, and he was sitting up wrapping my legs around his waist. We moved together at a break-neck pace. "Jesus fucking Christ Kip, you're irresistible!" I clung to him, knowing for certain that this time I would explode. "You didn't have me touching you for a whole week, so are you all pent up?" he questioned in my ear, his hips grinding into mine. I hated it when he said things like that. "No, I'm not! No way!" He skillfully flipped me over to my back. "Really?" His hands were on either side of my head. "But I'm already at my limit; not enough Kip." The way he was looking at me... With undeniable... I grabbed a pillow and covered my face. "No, let me see your face." He tried to loosen my grip on the pillow. "I don't want to!" "Let me see." "It's embarrassing!" "No one else can see but me." "That's not the problem." "Then what is it?" How was he always so understanding? "It's embarrassing...because it's you." "Then I'll embarrass you even more." He wrenched the pillow away and kissed me with such passion, slipping in and out of me. And his voice, low, but with a definite resonance, as he said my name. "You're the only one for me." * * * "No matter what anyone says to you, I don't want you to forget this..." I pulled his tie out from his buttoned jacket, "...so I'll say it as many times as it takes." I used the tie to pull him closer. "Remember this. You're mine for life. Give in." I rubbed the cobalt silk against my lips. He pushed back. "No! I'm not giving in." He marched over to the panoramic window. "We'll have to see how long that stubbornness lasts," I challenged. "It'll last forever!" "Then I'll just have to make you understand." I flicked off the lights, leaving us in darkness but for the glow of the city. Kip turned to me, startled. I stalked over the him, dropping my lavender tie to the carpet on my way. I stripped him naked, taking no care for the clothes; buttons were lost, buckles yanked. For every noise of protest, the rougher I got, and he caught on quickly. He attempted to help me with my suit, but I swatted his hands away. Removing his red, blue, and black striped boxer briefs I discovered he was swollen. I stood back taking in his lean muscles, taunt and carved. "Touch yourself." He did. He made no movement though, but when I discarded my jacket and shirt I noticed a small stirring. And when I removed my slacks and silk boxers, revealing my erection, his hand began bobbing up and down. My dick twitched. Picking up a black lacquer garment box, I placed it in front of the window. "Stand on it." He did as he was told. This gave him the extra height so that we were lined up better. I ravaged his mouth, bruising him, using my tongue as a weapon to break down his defenses further. His hands clung to my shoulders for support. Spinning him toward the window, I pressed my erection against him, grinding, smoothing my hand over his abs. First, I nipped at his ear, then I bit down on his shoulder. His breath hissed from him. I didn't break the skin, but there would be a mark. Sliding my hand down, I grabbed his rod. I began tugging and pulling as fast as I could. I knew him and I knew not long after when his body stiffened and his moans became breathy that he was soon to come. I let go. He nearly fell forward as a pained groaned escaped him from not being able to complete. "Put your hands on the window." "Not here, Ali," his voice was tight. "No one will see us. I thought I told you to give in." He bent slightly and put his palms flat against the glass. I grabbed his hips and pierced him swiftly. There was no easing into it, I started pummeling him. I held his hips firmly. I wanted him to stand there and get fucked by me. I wanted him not to be able to sit tomorrow, and every time he tried, he thought of me. He thought I had messed him up before? He was about to learn. His hip bones were bruising me I was driving into him so hard. The sound of skin on skin was almost louder than both of our keening. I looked at his reflection in the window and saw that his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open panting and moaning, louder than I had ever heard him before. "Kip, open your eyes. The window is like a mirror." He peeked at our reflection, and soon his eyes went wide. He was mesmerized by the sight of me hammering into him. It may have been because it was he and I, but then the thought occurred to me that it was possible that this was the first time he had ever seen two men having sex. I was his first, and from his challenges, most likely his first inclination towards it, so he may have never even seen gay porn. He was completely enthralled at the sight of us. He was so innocent; how could I have forgotten that for a moment. My wrath drained away as I melted against him. Enclosing him in my arms, I bent my knees a touch so that his thighs rested against mine, swirling our hips together. Reaching down I grasped his sex and found it already wet. He had already come; how had I missed that? Because I had been busy teaching him a lesson, getting him to give in to me. I stroked him gently. His gaze into the window moved from our bodies to staring me in the eyes in earnest. I buried my nose in his hair, taking in his smell of musk, water and paint. "I love you," I whispered in his ear. And when I couldn't help but pick up the pace, though not as rough as before, bouncing in and out of him, I told him again, "I love you," as I filled him up. * * * He shouldn't have been being tender with me when I said these stupid things, but he was. "Open yourself up to the truth." He kissed me so deeply that I couldn't breathe, and so intently that I didn't even notice that he had opened my jeans. Removing his mouth from mine, he moved down to slide my erection down his throat, an erection that I always seemed to have when he was nearby. I could deny my feelings all I want, but I couldn't deny that. "Oh god," fell from my lips as he swallowed me whole, consuming me. He made love to me with his mouth, his lips, his throat, his tongue...dear god his tongue. I hadn't forgotten that we were, essentially, in public, I actually found it turning me on more. To think that any second someone could walk right past us and not even know that Ali was sucking my dick in his car. I had been gripping the seat and the door, but the closer I got to coming, I found the need to touch him irresistible. Delving my hands into his thick gold brown hair, I gripped it, tugging at the roots ever so slightly. He sucked me harder, pulling and pushing my cock faster and faster. "Ali, I'm going to come," I inexplicably wanted him to know. A hand reached up to rub a finger over my bottom lip. Flicking out my tongue, I drew it into my mouth and began sucking on it. A garbled moan issued from my lap, his head never ceasing its undulation. As if my cock were a gun, I came like a gunshot exploding in his mouth. "Ah, ahhhh," my cry was loud enough to echo in the car. The grin on Ali's lips was pure decadence. He leaned up and kissed me, sharing my taste, and I found that I didn't mind it. Pulling back and gazing at me, he appeared to be waiting for me to say something. I told him, "Take me upstairs." * * * He held it up for me. "Kiss it." His voice was soft and deep. My heart started racing and my mouth parted slightly. He ran his fingertip over my top lip and I reached out and grabbed it with my teeth, nibbling on it. His lavender eyes smoldered. Suddenly we were moving at a frantic pace. I think there was kissing, mouths were without a doubt involved. There didn't seem to be time for removing clothes. I somehow was able to read his mind and I was doing things without him asking. As he pushed my pants and boxer briefs to my knees, I took hold of the metal railing of the walkway and bent over. He was inside me before my next breath. He was drubbing into me with a desperate rapidity. Our voices mingled together as we were panting and groaning and exclaiming with a loud fervor. I wanted to touch myself, but I didn't dare let go of that railing, the power of his bucking might send me over. When he came, growling, making his last few pumps of completion, I nearly cried. "But I didn't..." I pleaded. "I know." He ruthlessly turned me around, dropping to his knees. His speed of fucking didn't stop in his mouth. He sucked me as though his life depended on it. I had been close to climax before, so when he reached between my legs to where I was dripping and slid one finger, and then two inside me, I was done. "Oh god, Ali! Only you...only you..." * * * He led me to the shower room in his bathroom. And it was a room, not a stall. He turned on the heaters and the hot water, filling the air with steam. Kneeling at my feet on the soft bathroom rug, he kissed my hand and then the other. "I love you, Kip." We undressed each other. There was no rushing, we both took our time. As always, the sight of his erection made my stomach clench. I wanted so badly to reach out and grasp it, but he had never asked me to touch him. He seemed to derive all his pleasure from touching me, so I continued to wait to be asked. His erection inside of me was more than enough. But we weren't there yet. We stood under the spray, our tongues tangling in a sensual slow dance. "I love your lips," he told me. "And I love your tongue," he continued to praise me. He drew my tongue into his mouth sucking on it. My fingers dug into his shoulders. He moved me closer to the shower wall and where we weren't directly under the water. He stooped, placing his hands on the back of my thighs and I gasped in surprise when he picked me up. "Put your legs around me." I had no choice or I'd fall. I squeezed my legs around his slick body as I grasped his shoulders. He kissed me deeply again, but it was hard to concentrate with our dicks brushing against each other as they bounced back and forth between our bellies. I think he could sense my impatience because he pulled away from me, smiling a knowing grin. Reaching over to grab a bottle from the shelf, he held me up with only one hand and the pressure of the wall behind me. I was always impressed with how strong he was. Tipping the bottle, he poured a small amount of conditioner, with a scent so familiar of Ali, over both of our members. I was so curious as to what he was doing that I was barely breathing. After putting the bottle back, his hand went between us, holding our cocks together. Up and down he went, jacking us off together. "Oh Jesus!" This was glorious. This was a whole new sensation. His dick, rock hard against mine was something I never knew I wanted. But I did. I wanted it so bad. I swear to god I could feel it pulsing. He gave me something else that I wanted, but it was something that I already knew. Something that I had been thinking and fantasizing about. Yes, my dick was there, but to see Ali touching himself made my belly quiver. He was always having me touch myself for his desire, and how much had I wanted to watch him jack off. I couldn't take my eyes off his huge hand pumping up and down on his rigid sex and mine. I could see him watching me, and normally I would be embarrassed, but I was too enthralled to care. A grunt escaped my throat, I was getting close. He could tell because he told me, "Don't come yet. Hold onto it. I want us to come together." I whimpered in frustration. "I'm almost there, just hang on. You can help me. Tell me why you like this so much." I was hesitant. "Tell me." He pounded us firmer. "I-I like our dicks touching," I panted. He was insane if he thought I could hold off much longer. But his questioning, in addition to turning him on was distracting me from climaxing. "What else? I can tell you really love this." "Oh, fuck!" I moaned before I could continue. "Tell me!" "You! I like seeing you touching yourself!" "You like that?" "Yes!" His hand was a haze drubbing on our cocks. "Oh god Ali, I've got to come!" "Do it!" We watched as we came together, our liquid spilling all over his hand. * * * When we got to our cottage, I didn't let go. I drug him through to the hot spring and threw him in. "Hey, what on earth are you..." I got in fully clothed. Threading my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck, I covered his mouth with mine. "Don't let what my father says bother you. No matter what anyone says, I have no intention of letting you go." I kissed him again, hurriedly. His eyes were dazed when I pulled away. "Fall in love with me. Come to love me ten times, twenty times more than you love me now, and become unable to part with me." Taking hold of his legs, I pulled him into my lap to where he was straddling me. "That's all you have to do," I said it trying to make it seem like it wasn't the tall order it was. "No matter what anyone says, no matter what they might do, I'll protect you without fail." He was naked under the resort kimono robe, so when I quickly took my member out of my pants, I brought him down on it. "Ali!" My name was always on his lips when he was excited. And it must have been because of everything that had happened, him questioning any ambivalence he may have had, but I couldn't have been more surprised than when Kip took charge of our pace before I had a chance. He clung to me, using his arms and legs to move himself up and down on my dick. His rhythm went from steady to wild. I sat back and enjoyed him riding me, reveling in this new take charge attitude. Opening his robe down the front, he began pressing our bodies closer together, attempting to cause friction on his own erection against my belly. I ripped my shirt off, buttons floating to the bottom of the pool, so that it pressed against my skin. I squeezed him closer helping him. "Kip! Good god, you fuck me so good." He made a whimpering noise in response. Then taking his new self a step further, he groaned, "I love fucking you." I growled like an animal. And when he griped my hair and bit down on my neck because he was orgasming, I came too. "I love you, Ali." "I love you, too, Kip." * * * The moment we got home, I began striping off Kip's sweater. "What are you doing?" "A physical examination, of course. He better not have done anything to you." I went for his pants next. "So, if you don't keep an eye on me, I'll disappear somewhere?" "Is that a promise?" He pretended to be mad about my manhandling. I sat on the back of the couch, pulling his back against me, nestling his ass in my crotch. "Then please, stay close to me, so I don't disappear." "The hell? I'm right here." "I was so used to being alone, but after being together with you, I've become afraid of solitude. I want you to promise me." "I'm here." He turned sideways, looking up at me. "What's the matter?" "Nothing. I'm happy that you chose me." I kissed him, my tongue delving into his mellifluous mouth. He wrapped his arms around my neck pulling himself closer to me. A few moments later he started grinding his hips against mine, our cocks rubbed against one another through our pants. I cradled his bottom and pressed him in harder. I broke off our kiss. "You have certainly become more aggressive lately." His cheeks bloomed with blush. "I can stop if you want me to." "Not at all. I'm loving it." I suckled an earlobe before I continued. "The reason I mention it is because there are certain things I thought we could do, but I've been waiting until you had grown more comfortable with our love-making before broaching them." I don't know how he managed it, but he looked terrified and intrigued all at once. I smiled at him. "Don't worry, we will never do anything you don't want to do. Shall I continue, or do you just want me to fuck you good like I always do?" "Um, o-okay." "Wonderful. First, a little quiz, so that I may ascertain a few bits of knowledge. Question one, that night in the shower, under duress from wanting to come and my not letting you, you admitted that you liked seeing my hand on my cock. Is that something that you would like, to watch me masturbate?" He began squirming, but I held on tight to him. Kip buried his face in my shirt. I waited patiently. At last I heard a muffled, "Y-yes." "Excellent. That can be arranged. Next question, would you like to touch me more? This is an aspect we haven't really explored because I have been busy worshipping you, but I thought I'd give you a chance to do the same, if that's something that intrigues you." This time he nodded his head. "Now, now. I need to hear an answer." I couldn't resist playing with him. "Fine! Yes!" He threw his head back, but his eyes were closed. "What kind of touching? You want to put your hands on my dick?" His face was back in my shirt. "Yes." "My balls?" "Yes." "And what about my asshole? Would you like to finger me?" He shook his head. "N-no thank you. Are you mad?" "Of course not! This is good to know. I'm sure you'll get there one day, and you'll let me know when you do. Now, on to your mouth. Are you interested in sucking my cock?" He unwittingly bucked his erection into me, his hands balling in my shirt, and I felt his breathing become more rapid. His reactions were positively delicious. "I'll take that as a yes, shall I?" He nodded. "How about come? Would you like me to come in your mouth? Or, if you like better, your chest and stomach. And there is always the option of my coming onto your dick and you use to jerk off, or I could jerk you off." He leaned back, looking me directly in the face, his eyes savage. "Yes!" He climbed me like a tree, crushing his mouth against mine, while wrapping his knees around my waist. He was pushing at my shirt as he tried to get it off. I helped him discard it before picking him up and taking him to the ground. His jeans were already undone from my earlier onslaught, so I tore those off him as he pressed his mouth to any piece of my flesh he could get to. Working together we got my slacks off. He stared down at my erection for a few moments, and I saw the shyness creep back into his bottle-green eyes. "Not sure where to start?" He shook his head. "Well, we did go over several options. Here..." I sat up, leaned my back against the sofa, bent my knees, and put my feet on the floor in front of me. "Come here. Put your legs through mine and scoot up here close to me. Yes, that's right, sit between my knees. Comfortable? Good." My knees bumped his shoulders as I made sure we were close enough; close enough to where I could reach out and grab his cock, but not so close that our dicks were touching. Wrapping my hand around my own phallus, I began bobbing it up and down. Kip's gaze was glued to my motions. I took it in stages, I started off unhurried, sometimes bringing my palm up around the tip, rubbing and squeezing it. I picked up the pace a bit and he started wiggling his bottom a bit. His teeth bit his bottom lip when I started varying speeds, going slow and then a little faster, and then back to leisurely. When I brought my other hand into play, using it to knead my balls, he brought his hand to his member. "Nope," I censured him. "No touching." He made a whining sound, but obeyed, putting his hand back to the floor, his dick twitching toward mine. I had him right where I wanted him. Removing my hand from my sack, I concentrated on speed. My hand was a blur as I beat up and down. I watched his face as he fixated on my hand. "Do you like this?" I asked him. "Do you like that you do this to me? That you make me so hard that I want to touch myself?" "Ali, yes! Oh, god, Ali!" His hips lifted off the ground reaching for me. "This isn't the first time," I told him. He moaned. My hand hammered on. "I can't hardly think of you without getting hard. I must do something about it, don't I? I think about being inside of you or your dick down my throat." Imagining his taste in my mouth was my downfall and my climax thundered through me. With a guttural noise from deep in my throat, I leaned forward, continuing to tug and aimed my finish onto Kip's cock. Strings of liquid pearls fell down onto him causing him to keen. Squeezing my last drop onto him, I went onto my knees and reached for his slick cock. One of my hands glided over him. With my other hand, I first made sure to rub some come onto my first two fingers before I slid them inside Kip. He fell onto his back, lifting his hips into the air. "Oh my god!" His words were quick, like he had to get them out. I matched the rhythm of the hand on his dick and the fingers in his ass. He reached out for me. I leaned down as far as I could on my knees without my hands to support me. It was enough for him to tangle his fingers in my hair. Then they roamed further down over my shoulders, to my pecks, and then my nipples. He rounded them a bit before moving down to my stomach, fingering my abs. I had a feeling he was on his way to grasping my length for the first time, but I had already put the pressure on pulling and pushing, sinking and wresting him quicker. "Don't stop!" I hadn't planned on it, but I was pleased that he was compelled to say it. "Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Ali!" His wetness joined my own as I wrung him until he was totally finished. I laid down, pulling him to me in a spoon. I kissed his teal hair, his ear, his neck. Turning his mouth towards me, I took what he offered and drank deeply. And then we lay there, catching our breaths, my arms wrapped around him, his fingers laced through mine. We lay there so long, I thought he had fallen asleep, so I was startled when he whispered, "Ali?" "Yes darling." He sighed at the 'darling,' but continued. "Earlier today, with Halston, he...well, he pressed his...erection against me." "He what?! I'll kill him!" I started to get up, having every intention to get dressed, drive to the estate, and beat Halston's ass into the ground. But Kip pulled me back to the floor. "Will you calm down and listen to me? I'm trying to ask you something. Anyways, I could handle Halston myself; I don't need you to fight my battles for me." I released a heavy sigh. "Touché. But I'll always fight for you, that's part of having someone love you. Please, continue. I'm listening." I took in a few deep calming breaths, striving to wipe the image of smarmy Halston rubbing his cock on my Kip. "Okay, what I was trying to say is, when he did that, I didn't like it. In fact, it repulsed me. So, it made me wonder if it means I'm possibly not g-gay. I mean, you're still the only guy I've been attracted to. But also, I haven't thought about any girls either. I can't recall even seeing a girl and thinking about her looks, in that way...lately." "Have you been watching any porn?" He got squirmy. "No. I haven't needed to." I hated that this was bothering him so needlessly. "Listen, you don't need to worry about this. You'll figure it out in time, and until then it doesn't matter one bit. You can trust yourself to just do what feels right. But if you want, I'll tell you what you are." "What?" He turned his face towards me, listening intently. "It's easy to see. You're an Ali-sexual. You want only me. You love only me. And it will be this way the rest of your life, so you don't need to worry about it. You're an Ali- sexual." His head fell back against my chest. He let out a sigh that I couldn't tell if it was from contentment, or from my cheekiness. After a few moments, he whispered, "Ali?" "Yes, darling." "Can you... can we... will you please fuck me?" My laughter rumbled through me. "Your wish is my command, you sexy man!" Using my hand as a guide, I rubbed my cock between his cheeks as we stayed laying on our sides. Pushing it in, I went gradually, listening to his moaning. When it was all the way in, I reached around and grasped his dick. I began swirling and grinding against his ass. Wanting something to do with his hands, he reached behind him and clung to my hip. "Ali?" "Mmm?" "I-I love you." I held him as close as I could, trying to tuck him into my heart. "I love you, too." * * * He started nibbling the back of my ear, as one hand went up my shirt and the other went down my pants. "Ali, cut it out! They'll be here any second." "I've been so busy, we've hardly gotten to talk lately." His hand went around my cock, jiggling it up and down. "You must have felt so neglected." "Ali! Stop! Oh, fuck!" His hand was overtaking me. "No need to be shy. Come real fast for me." He kissed my neck. "Ali..." The doorbell rang. "Shit. They're here. You've got to stop." I tried to push him off. "Not until you come. Hurry up now so you can answer the door." His hand pumped faster as he ground his erection against my ass. "Come on, darling. Soak my hand. If you're good, maybe I'll let you suck my cock later. I still haven't let you yet, have I? Do you want to taste me?" I cried out as I came, feeling the warmth spread over my crotch. Now I've got to answer the door to my brother with come in my pants. I was going to kill Ali. I could feel Ali laughing at me as I answered the door. "Good morning!" * * * He kissed me until I was breathless. "Now, I believe I owe you a present for being so good yesterday. You may take off my clothes." "Ali, there's a guest down the hall!" He flipped the door shut. "Problem solved. Now, tie first, then shirt, then pants." My dick was practically jumping up and down for joy at his command. Forget Layton. If he heard something it's what he deserves for forcing himself on us. I did as I was told and striped him down to his silk boxers as he watched me intently. I stood back when I was done, and he questioned, "Why didn't you finish?" "You said tie, shirt, and pants. You didn't say anything about your boxers." I smiled slyly. "Oh, you are asking for it, aren't you? It's fine. I guess you're not ready to see my cock yet." I suddenly realized what a horrible mistake I made. Making a sound of disappointment, he smiled. "Take off your clothes, all of them." I was rushing. All I could think was the faster I got them off, the sooner I could have his dick. I nearly fell over taking off my slacks. I was out of breath when I was done. "Come kneel in front of me." I can't believe this was finally happening. He ran his fingers through my hair. "Do you want to suck my cock?" I nodded. "You want to know what I taste like?" I swear I started salivating. "Yes!" "Do you think it will fit down your throat? I don't want you to choke on it. I don't know if you're ready. Maybe I should let you beat me off and let you practice some on popsicles or something." God me jacking him off sounded wonderful, too. The only time I had ever actually touched his cock was when I was holding it steady to slide down onto it. I had always been too scared to. "I-I want whatever you want. I promise to try my best." "Oh, fuck Kip. You already are the best, darling. I promise you, no matter what, I will love it. Take off my boxers." I slid down his black silk boxers and his erection bounced in front of my face. "Take your time and down what you like, but go easy until you know more about your gag reflex, and don't use too much teeth. Now, put me in your mouth." Oh god. I had to reach down and grab my dick when he said that, I was so excited. And also, so incredibly nervous. "Should I put my hand here, at the base?" "If you like." Ali was smiling and patient. "You can touch it for a bit, if you want." I wanted to very much. Still keeping one hand on myself, grasping tightly, unmoving, I wrapped my hand around him. It felt so different than mine, longer and thicker. I moved it back and forth a few times, just getting used to the weight of it in my hand. And then steeling myself, I went in. Just taking in the tip, I put his smooth head in my mouth. My hands clamped down on both mine and his dicks. The taste was so different than I expected. I knew what his skin tasted like, but this was richer, Ali intensified. I didn't realize until this moment, that Ali was my favorite flavor. I wanted to gorge myself on him. I did as he suggested and went slowly. I took it in, keeping my tongue flat along the bottom. I was concentrating so much on making certain that my teeth weren't scraping his tender skin too much, that I hadn't realized that I had managed to swallow his entire cock until my lips hit my two fingers I was using to hold the base. Ali's hand that had remained in my hair, suddenly pulled quickly, and then stopped. Just about to pull back to ask if I hurt him, Ali gasped, "Leave it to you, my darling, not to have any gag reflex and down my dick like a champ. I didn't think I could love you more..." His hand gripped my hair again and now I could tell that he was just trying not to pull too hard. Knowing that he liked it was my driving force. I started moving back and forth, pushing and pulling with my lips, as my fingers followed their path. I was consuming him more quickly, reveling in the fact that I could fit his expansiveness in my mouth and down my throat with such ease. Bringing him bliss made me harder than I thought possible. Soon both of his hands were dug into my hair, grasping and pulling, and I loved the sting of it. I was pounding him with my mouth with as much speed as I could muster. "Ah, yes! Fuck!" Remembering something that Ali sometimes did to me that I loved, I took my hand off my own dick, I cradled his balls in my palm and used my middle finger to rub the patch of skin between his balls and asshole. "Kip! Christ! Oh my fucking god! I'm going to come, so you need to decide where you want it to go." I kept my mouth exactly where it was. My heart was thudding out of my chest in anticipation. My first thought when it hit the back of my throat was how hot it was; I hadn't expected that. It reminded me of a vegetable that I had never tried. It was Ali, and I loved it. I sucked on the head of his cock until he was finished, licking away every last drop. About to look up at him, he made it unnecessary by kneeling down. He kissed my lips, forehead, eyes, cheeks, and neck, and back again. Crushing me against him, he admired, "You are so perfect. I couldn't have made someone more perfect for me." I put my hands on his face. "Ali!" I stopped him. "What?" "I love you so much." "Oh, Kip, I love you too." * * * He stared glassy eyed at the screen. I watched him. We had been having sex the last few weeks, but once Karis arrived we were quiet to protect her delicate sensibilities; nobody cared about Layton's decidedly un-delicate sensibilities. It was difficult to ravage anyone while being silent. And I wanted to ravage him. I was on him. On top of him, in between his legs, kissing him. "Can we fuck? Please? Are you too tired?" "I believe you have revived me." His hands were in my hair, bringing my mouth back to his. My hands undid his pants and then mine. I pulled my shirt off and threw it somewhere. Standing I stripped quickly, and then I roughly removed Ali's pants while he laughed wildly at my eagerness. Laying between his legs again, making certain our dicks were side by side, I unbuttoned his white shirt, but I didn't take it off because the way it framed his muscular chest was spectacular. I kissed him, but was soon pulling away. "I don't think I can wait," I confessed. "Then don't." He didn't have to tell me twice. He helped me get in the right position so that I could sink down onto his cock. I went fast. And when it was all the way in, I started racing for the finish line, rutting up and down with everything I had. "I'm sorry," I panted. "I don't know why I'm in such a hurry." "It's because you want me, couldn't wait to have me. I love it! Come on baby! Fuck me hard!" "Oh god!" He put his hands on my hips and helped me rock harder against him. I was grunting and keenly vociferously because I finally could. I had been holding it in for too long. My hands were splayed on his chest, and my cock was bouncing up and down against his taunt stomach. Embarrassingly soon, I was coming without ever once touching my dick. It came on so quickly that I was spurting on Ali's stomach and chest without making sure it was okay. I'd never done that before. "Ali, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." "Nothing to apologize for. Feel free to come on me anytime." "Mmm hmm..." was the best that I could come up with because I was deep in the grip of an intense climax. I tried to keep moving, but I had slowed down to barely a pulse. I guess Ali must have become impatient, because suddenly I was on my back, my ankles on his shoulders without him ever coming out of me. "Let's see if we can get you to come again." And then he was on his own race. "Touch yourself." I obeyed immediately. "I want you to beat your cock hard while my cock fucks you hard." "Ungh!" His words had me groaning as a shiver sliced up my spine. "Yes! Please!" Now he was the one being noisy. He was grunting as his flesh hit mine. The sound of his skin slapping against mine echoed through the vast room. I did what he told me to do, the harder he pounded me, the harder I pumped my hand. "You like that don't you?" "Fuck yes!" I shouted. "I've been dreaming about this for three weeks!" "Oh, so our quiet lovemaking wasn't enough for you? You need to fuck hard and fast?" "Shut...up!" He laughed. I felt the pressure building again. I found it amazing what Ali could do to my body. But even more than me, I wanted him to enjoy it. "How are you...coming along?" He laughed again. "Swimmingly, darling. I'm getting close, how about you?" "Um, uh, y-yes! Yes!" "Well, show me what you got." Less than a minute later I was wetting my hand and my stomach. Apparently watching me come sent Ali over the edge and he soon followed suit. He collapsed next to me, pulling me close. "I had no idea how bad I needed that. Kudos for the excellent initiative." I couldn't help but chuckle. * * * My blood was no longer cold, it was boiling. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, I whipped him around causing the pot to clatter to the floor again as I brutally kissed him. I easily had him on the floor, trapping him beneath me. I bit his neck and quizzed, "What else did he do to you? He better not have touched you!" Kip looked stunned. He grabbed the back of my waistcoat like he was pulling me off him, but not really. "He just played with my hair a little..." Inside me, something clawed, ripping me to shreds, and I was seeing red and green and everything in between. I yanked the apron he had just put on over his head forcefully. "Ali, I'm telling you, he's seriously not like that!" I cackled. How naive he was! Grabbing the buttoned collar of his henley shirt in both hands, I ripped it completely in half. "I have my doubts," I somehow stated calmly. His eyes went wide and he was stunned still. I pulled urgently on the fasten to his corduroy's until they were somehow opened. Tugging on them, his body thrashing against the floor from the force of it, until they were down just enough to expose him, I flipped him over putting him on his knees. Not wasting any time, I didn't even unbuckle and unbutton, I simply unzipped, pulling out my cock and rammed it into him. He cried out. Pummeling into him with as much strength as I could muster, I told him, "You! Are! Mine!" I pounded my exclamations. "No one is to ever touch you but me!" I thundered into him faster. "Do you understand me? Tell me you understand!" "Yes! Oh, god yes!" Taking a handful of his teal hair, I pulled his head back brusquely. "Tell me again." "You, only you Ali!" Nothing had ever turned me on more and I came suddenly and hard. Fuck, the things that Kip could do to me. I wasn't done with him. Spinning him back over, laying between his legs, I consumed his dick, taking it all the way in until my lips were nestled in his soft hair. Keeping it there, I flicked my tongue against it again and again, causing his hips to buck off the floor. Coming back up, resting my lips on the very tip I waited a mere moment before going after his dick almost violently. I used my teeth, sucked as hard as I could, beat it with my hand, showing it no mercy. He was whimpering noisily, his feet flailing. His hands would alternate between reaching out above him, to running them through his own hair. When I tugged on his balls, he gave a little mule kick with his left leg and with much sibilance hissed out a breath. And when I plunged a finger inside of him, he gushed in my mouth with an enormous cry that could have been pleasure or pain. * * * Ali took me to my room. I wondered why, but I didn't ask. We did sometimes come in here, but rarely. I only had a twin bed which seemed tiny compared to his king. I wanted to make him feel good, I wanted tonight to be about him to show him that he was the one I wanted, but when I went down to my knees he stopped me. He wanted to be in charge, and I let him. He laid me down on the bed and kissed me deeply. Ever so slowly, he peeled my thermal off, laying his lips on every inch of skin he exposed. He gave the same treatment to the removal of my jeans, except that when he skimmed away my navy boxer briefs, he willfully ignored my member, and I found it wildly frustrating. Then he had me lay on my stomach and he gave me a massage; my back, my arms, my legs, and he left my ass alone. "Turn over." I returned to my back. I thought for sure it was finally time to get down to business, so I reached for his belt buckle, but he pulled away and stood next to the bed. "Is this what you want?" He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick through. "Yes, please," I groaned, so ready for wherever he wanted to put it. Starting to stroke his cock, he wasn't really jacking off, merely handling it. Seeing him touch it turned me on so much. I reached for my own hardon, but he told me, "Nope. You're not allowed." I unwittingly made a whining sound. He stood there for a bit longer, never gaining momentum. Coming back to me on the bed, he laid down and pulled me against his chest, spooning me. Feeling his erection pressing against my ass, I wiggled my hips. He placed a firm hand on my hip. "Be still or I'll put my dick away." I made a sound like a growl. "What is this, torture? I am not enjoying this," I was adamant. "You're not? I am." He sounded somehow gleeful and wicked. He kissed the back of my neck and sucked my earlobe. I tried again, reaching a hand back just to simply rest it on his leg. "Hands to yourself, but no touching yourself." "Ali, come on! I'm getting pissed. Do you want me to beg? Is that what this is? Okay, fine. Please." "Please what?" "Please whatever you want! Fuck me, suck me, come on me. Anything! It's starting to hurt it's so hard. I probably couldn't even walk right now there's so much blood rushing to my dick." Chuckling, he suggested, "Well, thank you for the offer, but I'm doing what I want right now. If you want, you can go jerk off and that'd be it for the night, or you can stay with me and continue doing what I want." "Why are you doing this?!" I seriously considered the masturbation option. "You'll see why if you stick with it. Come on! It'll be fun." "No, it won't, but if it'll make you happy," I muttered irritably. "Very." His voice was husky. "Fine. Continue," I sulked. "Excellent. Now, let's talk." I groaned. "We never talked about it, but I always assumed you were a virgin. Were you? Did I take your virginity?" This was humiliating, but at this point I was ready to power through to get Ali's hands on me. "Yes," I grumbled. "I thought so. This makes me very happy." I'm glad *he's* happy. "Now I want to know, has anyone else ever touched your cock?" I started fidgeting, uncomfortable. "Why are we talking about this?" "I already told you why, because I want to know." I sighed deeply. "Yes." Trying to anticipate his next question, I added, "Only one other." "Really?" He moved his hips pushing his erection against me. Did he like hearing about me with someone else? I'm not sure I would like that. "Tell me about it. How? Who?" "Um, I dated this one girl my senior year for about a month." "Did she put her hand on it?" "Yeah." "Her mouth." "No. We only dated a month." "Tell me about the first time." "Um, it was in my room. Tavis was at work. We were on my bed, and I was laying on my back. The first time she didn't know what to do, so I put my hand over hers and did it for her." Kind of embarrassing. "Did you come on her hand?" He was grinding his hips against mine. "Yes." "Was that the only time? Did she give a hand job any other times?" "Two other times." Okay, maybe talking about this was kind of sexy. And it got me curious. "How many guys have you had sex with." "No. Sex is different. It's a slippery slope that can lead to jealousy and resentment." "What if I promise not to get jealous?" "You can't promise that." "Ali, I'm fully aware that you're older and not a virgin. You know everything about me, you know about my first time." "I was your first time." "Exactly. So how many?" He took several moments, but finally said, "Five." I smiled to myself. I was glad the number wasn't high. To each their own, but I was happy that Ali hadn't been slutty. "What about your first time?" "I'll tell you if you promise to let me know if you start feeling upset in any way." I nodded. "I was sixteen. It was at summer camp. He was sixteen, too. We had been sneaking off all summer to fool around, and we decided that we were going to go all the way on the last day of camp. We met in our spot, a kind of a nook in the mountain, and we did it." "What position?" "We did it standing up." "So, you were behind him and he was..." Now I understood why he wanted to talk this way. It was incredibly sexy. "Bent over, with his hands braced against the mountain." I felt my dick twitch and my hips started writhing. Ali didn't stop me this time. "Did he touch himself?" "Yes, he did." He was smoothing a hand up and down my naked body sensually, but still not touching me where I most wanted it. "Please Ali! I can't take it anymore. I'm really begging you now. For fuck's sake, I'm dying!" "Alright, my darling. I believe it's finally time." He stood, facing me. He lifted his sweater over his head, leisurely. Then he removed his slacks and his boxers at the same time. "God, your gorgeous," fell from my lips without my meaning for it to. Being pent up was like a truth serum. I was saying and doing all sorts of things without thinking or inhibition. Smiling the most devastatingly erotic grin, he told me to, "Get on your knees, and get comfortable because you're going to be there a while." And even though he had warned me, I had no clue in that moment as he slowly eased into me, that he would be inside me for over an hour and that I'd come three times before it was over. He was in no hurry. He went slowly and went deep, swirling his hips, taking his time. "C-can I touch myself now?" I whined. "Go for it, darling." I had never been as frustrated as I was right now. There was no easing into for me. I beat my dick like it owed me money. I came so hard lights popped in front of my eyes, and I swear to god I blacked out. When I finally floated back into my body, Ali was supporting me with an arm around my waist. "You okay?" "Um, y-yeah," I stammered. "I get what you mean now. That was the most intense orgasm I've had my entire life." "I told you it'd be worth it." Picking back up, he was pumping in and out of me again. Now he was going from quick, to slow, and back again. Sometimes he hit it hard, and then he had a soft touch. Still drifting on a high, I felt amazing. "T-tell me about someone else you've been with. Have you ever had....oh god...a one night stand?" My arms and legs felt like jelly, but I managed to stay up. He ran his hands down my outer thighs and then back up my inner thighs. "We talked about this, I'm not sure..." "Please. I really want to know." I reached my hand between my legs back to him and tugged on his balls before stroking my finger over his asshole. I had never done anything like that before, and the reaction was thrilling. His hips bucked into me so hard I nearly fell over. "Christ, stop that! You're going to make me come sooner then I intend to. Fine, I'll tell you. You're not allowed to turn the tables on me." "Maybe not tonight," I teased. "Brat. I've had only a single one-night stand. It was with a celebrity, actually." "What?! Who?" I spun my head around so quick that I almost pulled him out of me. "Be still, I'm trying to fuck you here, if you hadn't noticed." I resumed the position. "It was Zachery Quinto." "Spock?! You're pulling my leg!" "No, I'm fucking your ass. We just went over that; pay attention. Yes, that Zachery Quinto. We met at a party that Mira managed to drag me to. Some book was being made into a movie... It was at some rich person's house. We met at the bar and got to talking about how our agents made us go. And then we gave each other the gay 'I want you' stare. Only time I've ever done it." "'Gay I want you stare?' What is that?" "If two gay men look at each other directly in the eyes for more than three seconds, it means that you want each other, and usually as soon as possible. So, we went upstairs and found a bathroom and I bent him over the sink." I stroked on my new erection. "Did you fuck him hard?" "Quite hard. I believe we broke a soap dish." "Ugnh! Fuck me hard like you did him," I requested. "Not yet, my darling. I'm taking every last ounce of enjoyment out of your ass. Don't worry, we'll get there." I moaned equally my displeasure and pleasure. I was panting when I asked, "Did you come inside of him?" My hand was thrumming quickly. "No, I wore a condom." I found this interesting, I suppose because I had no experience with them. "We've never used condoms." "You're the one, and the only one I've ever been with without one." That was the second time I came. "Christ, Kip! The things you do to me. All my good intentions go out the window. Fuck!" He growled like a wild beast, hammering into me. He became unrestrained. He ran his hands all over my body, he grasped my hair and my hips, he rolled the tip of my dick in his hand and pinched my nipples. His stamina was amazing. He had reached some kind of Zen level where it seemed he could go forever. I was reaching a point where there was a thin line between pleasure and pain. He surged, he pummeled, he rutted, and thundered, and crashed. All I could do is hang on. "Touch me like you did earlier," he ordered me. Not sure how my limbs were still holding me up, but I shakily did as he asked. I tugged on his balls a few times, and then ran my finger further back. I skimmed his entrance, I circled it, and somehow became bold and put the tip inside. God, how many different ways could I be turned on in one session. I came without ever touching myself. Ali followed soon after. When we caught our breath, we went into his room so neither of us had to sleep in the wet spot. * * * I lunged at him. I ducked under his arm as he held the wheel and opened his pants. I took his cock out and found it in a semi-state of arousal. Was the man always, at least partially, hard for me? I was for him. My right hand started bobbing up and down and he was rock hard in no time. He released a moan as his fingers turned white from griping the wheel. He was driving, so this was dangerous, but I still didn't ask if it was alright to do it. He didn't tell me to stop. I keep beating up and down, but after a while it wasn't enough for me. I switched to stroking with my left, and wiggled my right into his snug pants to his balls where I massaged them. "Ugnh...K-Kip," he mumbled. I was in halfway in his lap now trying to get my hand down his pants. Thrumming him with my left hand was awkward since I was right-handed, so since I was close, I bent a bit more and put him in my mouth, swallowing him whole down to his base. "Fuck!" His lips were parted and he was breathing so hard I could hear it. No longer shy about it, my right hand kept moving until my middle finger was all the way inside of him. "Ahh! Oh god!" I didn't have any room to maneuver, so I swirled my finger around, searching out that spot that I knew was there because of all the times he found mine. When I reached it, I knew because I heard the car rev and the wheels jerked slightly. This was dangerous. Perhaps I should quit. I could always pick back up when we got home. As usual, Ali was so in tune with me, he knew what I was thinking, because he uttered in a strained voice, "Don't stop!" I didn't. My mouth didn't stop humming up and down, and my finger didn't stop pressing and stirring. Soon we had come to a complete stop and I was vaguely aware of us pulling into the parking garage. Now that his hands were free he was reaching out for anything. His hands were sliding up and down my body. He tried to reach my ass, but the angle I was at he wasn't able, so his hands ended up one holding the door rest and the other twisted in my hair. He was positively writhing beneath me. He exploded in my mouth, and I unwittingly hummed, "Mmm..." as I made certain I got every last drop. Sitting up and sliding my finger out of him, I was surprised when Ali was up and out of the car in a moment. He was zipped up and tucked in, and when he saw me still sitting in the car, he ordered me to, "Get out, now." I was so stunned, I just did it. Taking me by the hand, we didn't run, but we were speed walking to the elevator. When the doors closed he enveloped me. He was everywhere, in my mouth, my shirt, my pants, my hair. When the elevator dinged, he was dragging me down the hall to our door. Once inside, he moved fast. My pants were down, then his, with my hands braced on the front door, he took me from behind. I thought I had seen Ali out of control before, but now I realized I hadn't. He kept his stomach pressed to my back and his hand was on my dick immediately. Grunting with every powerful thrust he made I was feeling completely overwhelmed. I was still trying to catch up from our make-out session in the elevator. Soon grunting wasn't enough as he pummeled me. "Do you like that? You like my cock in your ass?" I was just trying to breath, so I could barely answer. "Y-yes....oh...god!" Then he bent his knees, my bottom resting in his lap, he began churning his hips. Something happened. A switch was flipped, a dial was turned up. I yelled out a noise that I couldn't recognize as myself. "There! Oh, there! Don't. Stop." "That's my darling," he whispered in my ear. His pulsing quickened. "Come for me. I want us to come together. Are you close?" "A-almost," I muttered. He bit my shoulder as he surged in and out. "Pull my...pull my hair. Please." Using the hand that wasn't drubbing my cock, he took a handful of my hair and tightened it in a fist that tugged my follicles over and over. It didn't hurt, but there was something about it, a sensation that was somehow sensual. I could feel the build, it was near. "I'm going to," I panted. He knew what I meant and his strikes into me became hyperactive. He gasped as he filled me up. I whimpered his name as I covered his hand and dripped on the floor.